'Once i will write you a notebook...'

'Once...
In a notebook mine
I will write you
Sure...
Write you in lines
Divine...'
She said,
Like a writer perfect,
A writer knowing the Unknowing,
A writer knowing where lies exact
The place of her birth,
Her divine,
Her soul,
Her dreams,
Her melancholic drops turning gold,

'Once...
you,
Me will make a notebook...'

She said,
Bright,
Enlightened,
Envisioning
A reading
Of poems
Left
In the air,
Like leaves to be flown
To where the breeze will them take...
To Marvell, Whitman, Tagore, Coleridge,
Or...Blake...
Boundless...
Like Ocean...
Or
The Sky...